And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.